Ulysses Chapter 12: Cyclops

And says he:
—Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. And the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.

Ulysses Chapter 8: Lestrygonians

His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. See the animals feed.

Obviously I’m not going to get through the book before tomorrow, but I’m enjoying myself, so I’ll keep going anyway.

Ulysses Chapter 4: Calypso

—There’s a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire?
—The kidney! he cried suddenly.
He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork’s legs.

Here’s another scene from Ulysses (featuring a surprisingly controversial kitchen door). I’m trying to develop a lot more looseness in the drawings than I usually manage, because Richard Thompson is amazing, and I want to be amazing.

Ulysses Chapter 9: Scylla and Charybdis

Here’s another Ulysses illustration, this one featuring Stephen again, plus AE, Buck Mulligan and a completely invented John Eglinton (I couldn’t find a photograph).